Day 12 Prompt: Six Words (convict, great, play, race, season, and voice)
Form: Sestina
“Messed up the Lines”
The gavel came down hard. He was convicted
of all the things he did, small and great.
He was silent, he had no lines for this play.
He was too tired from the race
he had been running for 200 seasons.
He only wished he could hear her voice
one last time. His name plus her voice
arrested his heart. Love convicted
him during a winter season
many years ago. She lead him to great
heights on paths they walked while others raced
by them. Building a new stage, they wrote a new play.
A supporting cast ad-libbed lines during the play,
but moved on as they found their own voice.
Time kept the pace for the race
they ran together. Her love convicted
his heart with joy, but all the great
stories have a dark season.
It wasn’t Love’s fault, new seasons
are built from the past, the play
between memories and questions are great
forces that bellow a devastating voice
that splinters stages. The conviction
of not enough led him on a spirit filled race.
There is no string at the end of a race
to empty the bottles with icons of seasons
on the label. No conviction
of the soul can out play
the way shot glasses change a man’s voice.
He learned that all can fall from great
heights. How he missed the great
room they would sit in after a day’s race.
Her hands warm in his, her voice
seductive like a spring season.
They would watch life play
out before them. Together convicted.
He hangs his head, convicted of great
and small lines in a play he would race
back to the debut season to hear her voice.
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